We are born innocent
Believe me adia, we are still innocent
It's easy, we all falter, does it matter?
Believe me adia, we are still innocent
Meanwhile, let us have a sip of tea. the afternoon glow is brightening in the
bamboos, the fountains are bubbling with delight, the soughing of pines is
heard in our kettle. let us dream of evanescence, and linger in the beautiful
foolishness of things. - The Book of Tea
Wishlist
Peace with myself
A freaking job!
Horseriding lessons
Brazilian wax
[I don't ask for much, do I? lol]
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